All Chapters of Cursed Claws: Bound by the Curse, Clawed by the Past: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 11The scent of aged parchment and dust filled the dimly lit room, thick enough to choke on. Shelves lined every wall, stuffed with old tomes that hadn’t been touched in centuries. We'd been searching for the ancient text for hours—yet nothing.George let out a frustrated growl and slumped into a chair beside a cluttered table. I shot him a glare while flipping through the last few pages of the book in my hand. Useless. With a sharp snap, I shut the cover and walked toward him."You shouldn't be sitting," I said, lacing my words with sarcasm."I know," George muttered, rubbing his temples. "But you know how this kind of thing makes me feel. I should be out there, protecting. This book-scavenging nonsense? Lena’s better suited for it. I hate reading. You know that.""Too bad," I smirked. "Lena’s in pieces right now, and if she heard you say that, she'd probably rip your head off. You know how she feels about being assigned ‘menial’ tasks."George sighed. "I just meant she’d enj

Chapter 13I stood by the curtain, watching her chest rise and fall with each breath. She looked like could wake at any moment. I hadn't realized how much I'd missed those curious eyes of hers.Then, she moved. Or did she? It was too quick to tell if it was real or just my imagination playing tricks on me. But a second later, her eyelids flickered open before shutting again against the brightness. A soft whimper escaped her as she sat up.I hesitated. Should I go to her, or stay where I was so she wouldn't feel too overwhelmed? I wanted to watch her every move. My wolf was already restless with excitement, but it wasn’t just him—I felt it too.She rubbed her eyes and blinked a few times, adjusting to the light. Within a minute, she was out of bed, moving straight toward the standing mirror. She stared at her reflection, tilting her head slightly.Her blue eyes were even more vibrant than before, her hair longer, curlier."I feel different," she murmured.Then, suddenly, she turned.He

Chapter 15“I want to see you!”I blinked my eyes open and found Azirah’s eyes closed. She was still, not moving, and her breathing was steady. She looked like she was deeply asleep. I must be hearing things. I shut my eyes again, trying to drift back to sleep. Still, it felt strange, wanting to sleep close to my mate, who clearly had yet to fully accept and understand everything about us.“I want to see you, Nergal,” her soft voice came again. I opened my eyes and caught her bright blue ones staring into mine. I felt myself relax. There was something about her eyes that calmed me. They were like the ocean—deep and mysterious, yet so peaceful.“I’m right here, my love…” I trailed off. Did I just call her my love? Am I already in love with my mate?A smile tugged at her lips. She seemed to like it. “Yes, but I want to see you.”My mind clicked. She wants to see my full form. It’s been ages since I shifted completely. It’s difficult to control my wolf when he fully surfaces; he usually

Chapter 17: The wind carried an eerie silence, broken only by the distant rustle of leaves and the crisping of birds. My mother hadn’t moved from where she stood, her gaze still locked on the boundary that was no longer there. “Let me fix it mother.” I stutter turning around.“That's not how it's done! The spell has been there before you were born. It will have already alerted them, just by the sound.” “It won't take a minute.” I argued.Mother looked at me, her face neutral, “It was too late to cast another spell like that.”I expected her to yell. To scold me. But she didn’t. She looked scarier and her lips parted slightly, her expression a mixture of horror and disbelief.Then—the howls came. We all snapped at the cry. One.Two.Then more.Low and guttural, they rose into a chilling chorus, a sound so unnatural it sent a shiver crawling down my spine. I reached for Mateo. “What's that?” I asked with a shaky voice. “That is the cry of the very thing we've been preventing from

Chapter 19: The Blackwing Quarters were not a dungeon, but they felt just as suffocating. The walls were stone, the high windows barred, allowing only a sliver of light. The guards outside my door made it clear—I wasn’t leaving.I paced, my mind racing with a thousand thoughts. My parents were here. Somewhere. And I had to find a way to get out and find them before it was too late.Hours passed—scratching at the walls, yelling, then sobbing, reminiscing about better days before I had foolishly ruined everything.Then, suddenly, the door creaked open.I turned sharply, my hands clenched into fists. A tall silhouette stood in the doorway, bathed in dim light. It was him.The Alpha.He stepped inside, his presence sucking the air from the room. He wasn’t dressed like the other wolves—no battle-worn armor, no ragged cloak. He looked like a king in his own right. A loose black tunic, dark leather pants, a silver ring glinting on his forefinger.His golden eyes flickered to me, calculating